Always packing my bags; always on the move.
All this back and fourth is putting me in a bad mood.
I wish to have what I see in the rear view,
but all it is, is a memory of me and you.
There's no place I can call home and no one to run to so I run away, to a far away place.
I'm lost and lonely but no one seems to noticed,
I cry out loud hoping for someone to save me,
hoping for someone to take me home.
